Spoilers: This is the third in my series of stories. The first
was Shattered Trusts and Whispered Confessions. The second,
which I only just finished, is Remembering to Forget. This
series is set after Hello Goodbye but does reveal spoilers from
the rest of the season, as I incorporate it into the story.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Seattle; Jampony; September 22nd 2022
1200 hours
Sketchy skipped over to OC with a happy expression on his face. She glanced at him, her lips pressed together and one hand on her hip,
"What's your deal?"
"Normal gave me my job back."
"I see. Well don't screw it up this time fool."
"I'm hurt that you think I would. Well intentionally would. And last time it wasn't even my fault! Hey, check it out..."
Otto and his men entered Jam Pony in a menacing manner, their eyes watching their surroundings carefully, as he spoke,
"Reagan Ronald."
"Hey, Special Agent Gottlieb. How you doing? Good to see you."
"Wish I could say the same."
Sketchy trembled next to Original Cindy, hiding behind her. She looked at him with a strange expression,
"You okay?"
"That's the guy."
"What guy?"
"The government guy. Roughed me up when I was covering that story about the transgenic that lived in the sewer. He must be here to shut me up for good."
Otto held up an ID in Normal's face,
"You recognize this?"
"That, uh, appears to be a Jam Pony ID badge, sir."
One of his mean stepped forward,
"We found it on the body of a transgenic last night."
Otto stared Normal down,
"Now how do you suppose it got there?"
"Look. Look, you gotta believe me. I had no idea he was one of them. If I had, I never would have hired him."
Sketchy ducked behind the lockers scared, as Original Cindy snuck into Normal's office, rummaging through his filing cabinet. Otto continued in his drilling,
"How many transgenics do you have employed here, Mr. Ronald?"
"None that I know of."
"That you know of?"
Original Cindy grabbed a handful of files from the draw, trying to listen out for anyone coming. She could hear Normal talking loudly,
"Yeah. I mean, you know, how can anybody be sure? I just... (Defensively) Listen, guys, I gotta tell you, I hate them. I hate them. I loathe them, like any God-fearing American should."
The men moved towards the office as Cindy ran out, holding files tightly against her chest. Otto eyed Normal evilly,
"Then you won't mind if we take a look at your personnel files."
"No, that's...that'd be okay, sir. Go ahead. Take your time."
The NSA men entered the office, followed by Normal, shutting the door behind them. OC appeared next to Sketchy, as he stared at her questioningly,
"Hey, what'd you just do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you go into Normal's office. There are more transgenics, huh? And you're trying to protect them."
"You're trippin'..."
Sketchy grabbed at her wrist, catching her as she turned. She pushed him away, seeing his eyes widen as he caught a glimpse of the files,
"Why'd you take Max and Alec's files?"
"Why do you think?"
She gave him a knowing look and his face became overcome with dismayed shock. She shook her head as he walked away, his features frozen in place.
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1400 hours
Original Cindy turned as Cece came up to her at her locker,
"You seen my girl?"
"No. Do I need a touch-up?"
She swivelled around, letting OC examine the back of her neck.
"No, you're good."
"Hey, guys, check this out."
Sketchy approached them and slapped a Jampony baseball cap on his head. OC shook her head at him,
"It's a hat."
"Yeah, with a fully rotational brim, so you can always represent."
He turned the brim to the side and grinned goofily. Cindy made a face,
"Yeah, represent your massive stupidity."
She turned the brim to the front and Cece chuckled as she walked away. Sketchy made a wounded face,
"That's one opinion."
The two looked up as Alec entered Jampony, walking with an unfamiliar messenger, who seemed to be hanging on his every word. He smiled at her and she bounced away as he made his way to the counter,
"Normal, what's the good word, buddy?"
His eyes widened as Normal belted out in song,
"For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow..."
"The man's finally lost it."
Normal stopped singing and stood grinning in front of Alec. He brought his arms from behind his back and handed a small cake to Alec, a single candle flickering,
"Many happy returns, there, buddy boy."
"It's not my birthday."
"Yeah, it's right there in black and white on your application form."
"Oh yeah, yeah. Boy, nothing gets by you, does it, Normal?"
"Now I made that without eggs and butter, all right? I know you like to look after the ol' physique. Go ahead. Blow it out."
He looked at Original Cindy as Alec blew out the candle,
"By the way, if you see your shiftless colleague Max, tell her she's fired."
"She's gonna be here like any minute."
"Do you think I buy your tissue of lies for like a nanosecond?"
Alec smirked at her,
"The man is like a steel trap."
Normal frowned at OC, waving a finger in front of her face,
"You keep covering up for that reprobate, you're gonna be out of here, miss."
She pursed her lips at him, her eyes made up of attitude,
"Ya promise?"
Alec chuckled as she grabbed a pile of packages, heading out the door. He turned back to Normal,
"Max is just having a hard time dealing with Biggs' death. Don't fire her okay?"
"Where is the little wrong-doer? I swear my boy, I don't know what you see in her. As easy on the eyes as she is, there is dodgy written all over her."
"Is that what the runes mean, well Normal, you're a lifesaver!"
"What on earth are you talking about? Now hurry up and eat your cake. You still have a job to do. Bip!"
Alec hopped onto the counter, chewing away at the cake, a mixed look of disgust and nausea coming over his face. He set it to one side and looked around, quickly swallowing the mouthful. His face still of disgust as Max walked in.
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She glared at him as she entered the bustling business, everyone smiling in a friendly manner at her. Max grinned at Sketchy who was eying her in a manner she had never seen before, his jaw almost extended onto the floor. She watched Alec out of the corner of her eye as he struggled to swallow whatever was in his mouth.
The asshole.
Max stormed over to him, smacking him hard in the face. He fell off the counter, landing behind it with a sickening thump. Only her ears were able to detect the moan that followed it. She rounded the counter, hands on her hips, fire in her eyes,
"You know you deserve way more than that...Oh come on you baby, it didn't hurt!"
She gave him an annoyed look, her eyes trailing down his body to where his hands grasped his right side. His bloody right side. Grasped by his bloody hands.
"Oh god, Alec!"
She rushed to his side, his eyes rapidly blinking as bursts of pain went through him.
"What did you do to yourself?"
He wheezed loudly, eliciting tears in her eyes. She batted them away, prying his hands away from his wound. The object protruding out of it showed only the very top of it, the rest buried deep into his body.
It was bad.
It was all her fault.
It was Normal's bloody prized letter opener.
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
Ho hum, bottles of rum. Or rather vodka. Yes I have been out, I just got home (really pissed but not so much now) and I decided to write some. And yes I know it wasn't really anything original but hey, I am too incapacitated to really write something mind blowing. Tell me what you want me to write and I'll keep it coming (though without the alcohol induced ramblings.)
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Seattle; Jampony; September 22nd 2022
1200 hours
Sketchy skipped over to OC with a happy expression on his face. She glanced at him, her lips pressed together and one hand on her hip,
"What's your deal?"
"Normal gave me my job back."
"I see. Well don't screw it up this time fool."
"I'm hurt that you think I would. Well intentionally would. And last time it wasn't even my fault! Hey, check it out..."
Otto and his men entered Jam Pony in a menacing manner, their eyes watching their surroundings carefully, as he spoke,
"Reagan Ronald."
"Hey, Special Agent Gottlieb. How you doing? Good to see you."
"Wish I could say the same."
Sketchy trembled next to Original Cindy, hiding behind her. She looked at him with a strange expression,
"You okay?"
"That's the guy."
"What guy?"
"The government guy. Roughed me up when I was covering that story about the transgenic that lived in the sewer. He must be here to shut me up for good."
Otto held up an ID in Normal's face,
"You recognize this?"
"That, uh, appears to be a Jam Pony ID badge, sir."
One of his mean stepped forward,
"We found it on the body of a transgenic last night."
Otto stared Normal down,
"Now how do you suppose it got there?"
"Look. Look, you gotta believe me. I had no idea he was one of them. If I had, I never would have hired him."
Sketchy ducked behind the lockers scared, as Original Cindy snuck into Normal's office, rummaging through his filing cabinet. Otto continued in his drilling,
"How many transgenics do you have employed here, Mr. Ronald?"
"None that I know of."
"That you know of?"
Original Cindy grabbed a handful of files from the draw, trying to listen out for anyone coming. She could hear Normal talking loudly,
"Yeah. I mean, you know, how can anybody be sure? I just... (Defensively) Listen, guys, I gotta tell you, I hate them. I hate them. I loathe them, like any God-fearing American should."
The men moved towards the office as Cindy ran out, holding files tightly against her chest. Otto eyed Normal evilly,
"Then you won't mind if we take a look at your personnel files."
"No, that's...that'd be okay, sir. Go ahead. Take your time."
The NSA men entered the office, followed by Normal, shutting the door behind them. OC appeared next to Sketchy, as he stared at her questioningly,
"Hey, what'd you just do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you go into Normal's office. There are more transgenics, huh? And you're trying to protect them."
"You're trippin'..."
Sketchy grabbed at her wrist, catching her as she turned. She pushed him away, seeing his eyes widen as he caught a glimpse of the files,
"Why'd you take Max and Alec's files?"
"Why do you think?"
She gave him a knowing look and his face became overcome with dismayed shock. She shook her head as he walked away, his features frozen in place.
* * * * *
1400 hours
Original Cindy turned as Cece came up to her at her locker,
"You seen my girl?"
"No. Do I need a touch-up?"
She swivelled around, letting OC examine the back of her neck.
"No, you're good."
"Hey, guys, check this out."
Sketchy approached them and slapped a Jampony baseball cap on his head. OC shook her head at him,
"It's a hat."
"Yeah, with a fully rotational brim, so you can always represent."
He turned the brim to the side and grinned goofily. Cindy made a face,
"Yeah, represent your massive stupidity."
She turned the brim to the front and Cece chuckled as she walked away. Sketchy made a wounded face,
"That's one opinion."
The two looked up as Alec entered Jampony, walking with an unfamiliar messenger, who seemed to be hanging on his every word. He smiled at her and she bounced away as he made his way to the counter,
"Normal, what's the good word, buddy?"
His eyes widened as Normal belted out in song,
"For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow..."
"The man's finally lost it."
Normal stopped singing and stood grinning in front of Alec. He brought his arms from behind his back and handed a small cake to Alec, a single candle flickering,
"Many happy returns, there, buddy boy."
"It's not my birthday."
"Yeah, it's right there in black and white on your application form."
"Oh yeah, yeah. Boy, nothing gets by you, does it, Normal?"
"Now I made that without eggs and butter, all right? I know you like to look after the ol' physique. Go ahead. Blow it out."
He looked at Original Cindy as Alec blew out the candle,
"By the way, if you see your shiftless colleague Max, tell her she's fired."
"She's gonna be here like any minute."
"Do you think I buy your tissue of lies for like a nanosecond?"
Alec smirked at her,
"The man is like a steel trap."
Normal frowned at OC, waving a finger in front of her face,
"You keep covering up for that reprobate, you're gonna be out of here, miss."
She pursed her lips at him, her eyes made up of attitude,
"Ya promise?"
Alec chuckled as she grabbed a pile of packages, heading out the door. He turned back to Normal,
"Max is just having a hard time dealing with Biggs' death. Don't fire her okay?"
"Where is the little wrong-doer? I swear my boy, I don't know what you see in her. As easy on the eyes as she is, there is dodgy written all over her."
"Is that what the runes mean, well Normal, you're a lifesaver!"
"What on earth are you talking about? Now hurry up and eat your cake. You still have a job to do. Bip!"
Alec hopped onto the counter, chewing away at the cake, a mixed look of disgust and nausea coming over his face. He set it to one side and looked around, quickly swallowing the mouthful. His face still of disgust as Max walked in.
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She glared at him as she entered the bustling business, everyone smiling in a friendly manner at her. Max grinned at Sketchy who was eying her in a manner she had never seen before, his jaw almost extended onto the floor. She watched Alec out of the corner of her eye as he struggled to swallow whatever was in his mouth.
The asshole.
Max stormed over to him, smacking him hard in the face. He fell off the counter, landing behind it with a sickening thump. Only her ears were able to detect the moan that followed it. She rounded the counter, hands on her hips, fire in her eyes,
"You know you deserve way more than that...Oh come on you baby, it didn't hurt!"
She gave him an annoyed look, her eyes trailing down his body to where his hands grasped his right side. His bloody right side. Grasped by his bloody hands.
"Oh god, Alec!"
She rushed to his side, his eyes rapidly blinking as bursts of pain went through him.
"What did you do to yourself?"
He wheezed loudly, eliciting tears in her eyes. She batted them away, prying his hands away from his wound. The object protruding out of it showed only the very top of it, the rest buried deep into his body.
It was bad.
It was all her fault.
It was Normal's bloody prized letter opener.
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
Ho hum, bottles of rum. Or rather vodka. Yes I have been out, I just got home (really pissed but not so much now) and I decided to write some. And yes I know it wasn't really anything original but hey, I am too incapacitated to really write something mind blowing. Tell me what you want me to write and I'll keep it coming (though without the alcohol induced ramblings.)